Infinite Mask Game

Suddenly, Wei Miao felt a chill.

She turned her head suddenly, and saw the void tearing apart, revealing a corner of the Requiem Realm.

Under the foggy gray sky, the dead town was filled with black smoke.

A tall obsidian statue gradually enlarged in Wei Miao's sight.

"He is coming out!"

After getting the answer effortlessly, Wei Miao had the urge to turn around and leave, but her desire for the unknown and secrets kept her there.

If she could get in touch with such a majestic existence, even if she only glimpsed a corner of its mystery, it would be enough for her level to benefit endlessly!

She finally understood why some people would rather face the risk of eternal damnation than plunge into the abyss.

Some people advocate "reverence for the unknown", some people advocate "facing madness"... they are all right.

Reverence is to save life, facing it is to risk life.

Wei Miao can leave the copy at any time, but she is still standing here.

As the bottom of the stone statue protruded into the crack, the torn space gap was wrinkled like a canvas, dragged out of the plane by the statue.

The cracks shrank irregularly. When the statue landed here completely, the space gap in the Requiem Realm completely disappeared.

The scorching sound of the flames was also swallowed by the statue.

Silence as nothingness.

The prism-like surface of the statue actually reflected the pointed red-tiled houses, the empty streets, the dead gray sky... Countless facets of the scene were changing all the time, dazzling.

Wei Miao understood what this meant, staring at the statue intently, shocked by His ability: "The entire Requiem Realm is actually gathered on the statue!"

At this moment, the statue carried everything in the Requiem Realm!

His shrunken size fell lightly into the formation.

His complete arrival seemed to be just the introduction to the next stage of refining.

There was wind blowing across Wei Miao's face.

The next moment, she realized that it was not wind, but violent soul power.

The tornado-like misty white color was clearly visible in the formation, and even the raging fire was engulfed to form a vortex, and the momentum seemed to break through the formation.

What she felt was the airflow formed by the dissipation of soul power.

At the eye of the wind, the mysterious shadow quickly condensed, and the black down feathers were clearly visible.

An extraordinary power turned into an invisible pressure, and the vague horror was trembling.

Strands of pale white light were poured into it.

The corpse of the soul hunter had long disappeared.

While observing, Wei Miao was still thinking, it was incredible that the ceiling here had not been overturned with such a big commotion.

The vision lasted only a few seconds, and the silent statue suddenly dimmed.

At this time, the facets on it seemed to be connected to the abyss, dark to the extreme, and soul-stirring.

The flames could not cast a single light on it, and the scene of the soul-soothing field also disappeared.

"Crack."

The subtle sound of shattering broke the silence.

A tiny crack appeared on the indestructible statue, on His left shoulder.

The almost negligible sound was a great bell to some beings.

In the Holy Cathedral of Virginia, the bishop knelt on his knees in a thin white and gold robe, motionless.

He had been kneeling on the main altar since twelve o'clock, with his hands clasped in front of his chest and his head bowed in prayer.

The mask carved with gold was exquisite and covered his entire face.

On the main altar, the sculpture of the blessing angel Virginia was shrouded in a hazy halo, very holy.

He was in a blessing posture with his hands clasped together, and behind him was a disc composed of radial decorations, with the pattern in the center of the blessing chalice.

When the crisp cracking sound reached his ears, he raised his head slightly, opened his eyes, and his heart, which had been quiet for who knows how many years, began to ripple slightly.

With his ten fingers crossed at an angle at the middle joint, and his thumbs flat and overlapping, he made the standard praise gesture of the Blessing Sect in front of his chest, and then turned it over in front of his abdomen: "Praise the Blessing Saint, your love is incomparably deep, and your grace is everlasting."

"Rule and rule - are for the immortals!"

As if the command of the praise words was resounding, a golden hourglass-shaped brand appeared in his eyes, shaped like a bless holy cup.

The two-headed cup turned over. Instantly, invisible divine power was drawn from the void and condensed into a white blessing holy seal behind him.

The bishop stood up from his kneeling position, his figure was majestic.

He turned back, his eyes seemed to penetrate the heavy walls and layers of space of the church, and went straight into the secret place of refining.

The next second, he decisively closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly to show respect, not daring to look directly.

The closer to God, the more awed he was.

Even if it is just an idol with the power of God, its will and incarnation have not yet descended, and it should not be underestimated.

But the bishop also has his own position.

He tried to use his body as an anchor to call for the help of the Goddess of Blessing and stop the refining.

Only God can fight God!

This is the town of Sabo, where the Blessing Sect is at its peak.

The ruler must be and only be my God!

At this moment, in front of the refining formation.

Wei Miao did not know the abnormality in the Blessing Church.

She used her fingers as a "telescope" and peeked out from the two holes like a child.

Although Wei Miao did not intend to leave, she kept in mind the life-saving rule of "not looking directly at God".

This behavior was done to limit the scope of vision to prevent herself from seeing something she should not see.

With such a big show, she really couldn't figure out the will of the Silent Death God - whether even a wisp of thought would descend on the statue.

She saw the raging fire and heard the subtle but continuous sound of shattering.

There was a black mist spreading over the ground, over her ankles.

A strange sense of peace sprouted in her heart. Sadness, fear, sadness, joy... all emotions were wiped out.

It seemed that all she wanted now was to go back home to the soft and warm big bed and sleep.

Or just lie down here, put her hands on her abdomen, and lie flat to enjoy a sweet dream.

Return to eternal tranquility and cut off all worries in the world.

No need to think, no need to act, no need to... live.

"This is... death!"

Wei Miao realized that she had touched His Tao. It should be said that this could not be called Tao. It was the erosion of her by His power under the dissipation, and the manifestation of the nature of power.

It was a taste, a drop in the bucket.

Even so, the sense of bewitching was amazing.

Humans are always strict with suffering and indulge in enjoyment.

Once compromised, they will compromise step by step, and will never be able to leave His control.

This bewitching continued and became stronger and stronger. In the end, it was almost arguing with herself.

"I am by no means a saint. I also have a desire for enjoyment and a tendency to be lazy."

Otherwise, she would not have lived a life of idleness for decades.

"But if you cannot control yourself, you will have no choice."

"Lie flat or struggle, enjoy or suffer, everything should be my choice and my control."

Do whatever you want... the realm and goal she has been pursuing are always consistent.

Wei Miao watched the inner struggle indifferently. The real self has made a judgment. What is entangled with bewitching is just a corner of the heart used for deception.

She also used similar means when she was in pain.

Separate the part of consciousness affected by perception from the main consciousness. Although the feeling still exists, the main consciousness is enough to rely on the isolation belt to withdraw most of the attention and conduct normal thinking and actions.

This depends on the free control of the spirit.

It sounds abstract, but it is actually just a self-deception and deception of consciousness.

Even if the erosion is endless, consciousness is also boundless!

The abandoned part of consciousness is like a lizard's broken tail, used to confuse hunters. It is an intentionally constructed line of defense and cage.